Autumnal love
To Autumn
O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stained
O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stained
With the blood of the grape, pass not,
but sit
Beneath my shady roof, there thou may'st rest,
And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe;
And all the daughters of the year shall dance,
Sing now the lusty song of fruits and flowers.
William Blake
And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe;
And all the daughters of the year shall dance,
Sing now the lusty song of fruits and flowers.
William Blake
We have had pumpkins, sunflowers & conkers decorating our home. And today I found this pumpkin pie recipe I am going to make tomorrow - a first for me I think. We carved pumpkins today too, roasting the seeds - yum.